#( threads. / ollie. )

[macaiv]

Source: Threads Ollie posted this last January 16

So they were choosing between Bearcon and Ocoman 😆

[mari-zuko]

who: @ollieinoue when: a few days after the valentines party where: ollie's room ?? or wherever u want really

Mari had been stewing over the message she had gotten for a few days. It wasn't exactly something to be taken lightly - it was a serious accusation. One she had no idea what to do with. But she couldn't do nothing. After days - days - of thinking about it, she found herself looking for Ollie, greeting him with a small smile. "Hey," she said, hesitating for a moment. How did she even begin this conversation - I think one of our friends may have killed someone? Talk about a vibe killer. "You have a minute to talk?"

[bigmandiego]

Where: Waverly Building When: the first day back Who: @ollieinoue

Diego didn't know how he had left with so few things, and was coming back with so much. Maybe there was really one thing you did if you were in Paris, and that was shop, but it wasn't like he'd done much of that. Right? Either way he was regretting it right now, as he was wheeling his three suitcases up the stairs from the freezing cold outside. He was regretting it even more when he realized that someone was coming up the stairs behind him. "Sorry," Diego called back, "I'll be out of the way in a--" he turned to see who it was and smiled when he spotted Ollie's signature curly black hair, "hey! Fancy seeing you here."

[milonavarroo]

Where: Hamptons NYE Party Time: After the Texts Who: @ollieinoue

If you could hurt yourself by rolling your eyes just a little too hard, Milo would have just done so. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and started to head to the door. He'd sleep and leave early, this entire trip was about as much as he expected. Boring and uneventful. He hated the Hamptons. Milo paused at the doorway leading out of the main area of the house where the party was taking place when he spotted Ollie lingering nearby.

"Hey," he said, "you look nice." Milo wasn't the biggest on giving compliments but when they were due he could do it, and Ollie did look particularly good that night. And then, because it had to be on everyone's minds, and he didn't feel any particular shame for asking -- as blunt as it was. "Who did you text G?" After a brief moment's consideration of the fact that this was Ollie he was talking to, Milo added, "please tell me you actually sent somebody's name at least."

[wxllflowers]

Closed w @theambitiousj

Olivia realmente não tinha um segundo de paz. Sua felicidade por pelo resultado negativo da Herpes durou pouco, considerando que teve que enfrentar as piadinhas do primo e agora precisava procurar Jawie sabe-se lá onde. A garota até mesmo pensou em se jogar na frente da multidão, mas estava firme em sua busca. — Que merda, eles podiam pelo menos ter me dado um mapa. — Resmungou quando finalmente virou na esquina certa. Priestly caminhou apressada até a sala, demorando para conseguir abrir a porta. — Pau pequeno. — Cumprimentou o rapaz. Estava prestes à se afastar para que Peralta pudesse sair, mas percebeu que os guardas da Merryweather estavam se aproximando, de modo que Olivia entrou desesperada na sala, fechando a porta atrás de si. — Merda. — Xingou baixinho, já sentindo a pressão em sua cabeça por estar em um lugar fechado. — Você não podia ter entrado em uma sala maior?

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @ollieinoue when: new years eve, late but not midnight still where: the hamptons house

This party was weird. Was Jacqui reading into it too much, letting the energy from her conversation with Charlie and Jesse color the rest of the evening? Quite possibly. But even still, she couldn't help but feel like it was a bad omen heading into the year to come, a sure sign that things would not be getting better once the clock struck midnight. So, naturally, Jacqui did the one thing they knew would make things better, determined not to enter the new year with such negative reminiscing of the past lingering over though - they sought out Ollie.

A flute of champagne in each hand, they appeared beside him and held one out to him, a smile on Jacqui's face. "Any last minute to do's for 2023?" she asked, sipping from her glass as she waited for Ollie to answer. Well, really more guzzling from in, downing half of it before even taking a breath.

[cara-mrrsn]

who: @ollieinoue when: right after ollie's interview where: the quad or somewhere

Cara's eyebrows shot up on her forehead when she saw Ollie exiting the building where they were holding interrogations - oh, sorry. She meant interviews. The agents were firm in saying that they weren't interoggating anyone, when pressed. If she had to guess, they were probably trying to get around (more) lawyers getting involved, anyone counseling the students to keep their mouths shut. 

She didn't move, staying where she had posted up as Ollie got closer, eyebrows just raising up even higher as she took in his demeanor. "Didn't go well?" Cara crooned, the words an attempt at sympathy that fell flat. 

[insidiousxhopes]

open starter

muse; ollie mikaelson

Ollie sat at the banking not far from the bayou listening to the water as it trickled over some rocks. the sounds relaxed him and despite his carefree attitude that usually accompanied him - he needed to to relax and process things - event internally. The who of new orleans seemed to have experienced a shift lately and it sat uneasy with the male. Although trained by his mom in magic and knowing his power as a wolf from both his mom and uncle klaus, he knew he could manage himself if something tried to attack their family - but he also knew that it could come with a cost and he didn't feel he was able to lose anyone he cared about. Just then, he heard a rustle of leaver under foot and his eyes shot towards a bit of brush. He knew he needed his guard up for gators nearby. "Who's there?" he called.

[slaughterlocked]

from here! / @feardrummed

FURY LIKE HOT COAL BURNS HIS CHEST. BOTH OF THEM KNOW WHAT SHE’S DOING. Of course his mind immediately flashes to worst - case scenarios;  running from cops,  wild parties with all kinds of substances;  blood and screams and death and violence.  

…The last one is perhaps self - projection.  Not all of their weekdays involve murder.  Breathe,  William snaps internally to himself,  getting angry will get him nowhere.  Not that knowing this has ever stopped him before,  but a long evening after closing hours spent taking out his frustrations with a crowbar and old animatronics has tired him out,  so he’s feeling willing to let this drop. 

Until,  naturally,  Ollie brings up the missing children.

William’s face goes blank,  swirling self - control entirely dissipating.  Alright,  so she’s playing that game.  While the anxiety over the mention of the incidents has his heart racing disloyally,  he knows how to turn his defensive anger into false righteousness like nobody else. And when he steps closer,  trying to press her back,  he keeps his voice low,  clipped.  At least in public he can pretend he gives two shits about the kids;  more than can be said for the way he talks to Henry and his solicitors,  these days.  

“ Do you have any idea how disrespectful that is? ”  William asks,  deliberately trying to feign hurt.  Something he’s not as good at.  “ People’s children have been vanishing,  and for you to insinuate that the restaurant has anything to do with it — or use them to make a cheap shot—”

Oh,  yeah.  People’s children have been going missing.  His hand shoots out, warm fingers tightening around her wrist,  and he hisses:

“ I was worried about you, you know. ”  He accuses.  “ I thought –  I worried you’d gone missing too. No phone call,  no note in the house:  do you have any idea how that looked to me? ”

Already he’s beginning to figure out a way to spin this if any prying neighbour asks.  Poor Mr. Afton,  struggling with a violent son and rebellious daughter who runs away;  as if he’s not got enough on his plate with these awful disappearances!  They’ve got no fucking idea.

“ Do you have anything to say for yourself? ”

[morrisxn02]

✍︎ @ollieinoue

“Hey.” Steam billowed from the additional coffee mug in his hand, held out in an offer to Ollie, who happened to be one of the other few students that were either still or already up as the first dawn of the year started to break on the horizon. “Happy New Year?” His voice wavered with uncertainty. As he stood, shoulder to shoulder with Ollie, his toes fidgeted on the sand, head still running wild with events of the last few hours.

[psn-stalling]

She was only able to get in because one of the BB elite 4 asked the director.

IT WAS AMARYS WASN'T IT. I AM GOING TO HUNT THAT POST DOOOOWWWNNNN.

Listen. I HAVE NO ISSUES with the Tropius. None at all. If you can get into the academy as a BLOODY POKÉMON I do have respect.

... But the elite four itself has gone downhill since-

I'm worried that Cyrano just automatically accepted it. No tests, no anything? Just "One of my elite four members says it so I'm going to listen!" If I was at the academy I would've gone up and questioned him myself! You can't just ACCEPT PEOPLE IN WITHOUT THE ENTRANCE EXAM. Everyone had to do that dumbass entrence exam. I'm WORRIED about the favoritism towards the elite four.

[heathtalbot]

with: @ollieinoue location: the library when: sept 21st, midday

It was purely by chance that he stumbled across Ollie in the library. That's how things tended to go for him, though, always working out in a strangely lucky way without any forethought being put into it on Heath's part. He spotted the other's curly head of hair, it pinged a sudden reminder that he'd been meaning to talk to him, and he easily changed course, drifting away from the stacks to instead approach Ollie. "You busy?" he asked, ignoring the very obvious fact that he was busy, and potentially even trying to host a study group or something, a few other students sharing the table that was cluttered with open books, and a few laptops and tablets. Heath invited himself into their circle, pulling out the chair closest to Ollie and thinking nothing of it as he moved the bag that was resting on the seat, dropping it the floor as he sat. He leaned towards the other, elbows braced against his knees. "I need a favor."

[lcstinfantasy]

closed starter for @redemptivexheroics

"you've been avoiding my calls since your drunken confession. wanted to make sure you were okay."

[draconic-asterism]

Something I drew for my dtday claim on Flight Rising!

[wxllflowers]

Closed w @theambitiousj

Tanto tempo de festa já estava deixando Olivia uma pilha de nervos, se ao menos pudesse voltar para casa que comprou sozinha, se enroscar na cama e ouvir a gata ronronar baixinho... Mas claro que estava presa naquela época filha da puta de novo, e tudo o que podia fazer era se esconder da família e tentar lutar contra os demônios internos. Beber não tinha adiantado, de modo que explorar a casa de Parton era o melhor que poderia fazer. Ao menos naquela realidade, não sendo o centro das atenções, poderia passar despercebida entre todos, tanto que os casais que usavam os quartos nem se importaram quando Ollie abriu a porta, ignorando sua existência. Já estava à ponto de pegar suas coisas e ir embora quando encontrou uma sala vazia, da qual entrou sem se importar muito, querendo apenas um pouco de paz, talvez para fumar ou só deitar num canto e não pensar em nada. Estava quase acendendo um cigarro quando ouviu um barulho, virando sem entender. — Ah, desculpa. Não vi que estava ocupado.... Peralta? Cara... Tá tudo bem?

[joinmeinenvy]

closed starter @xminxvs // halloscream // anywhere

Francesca couldn’t stifle her giggle as she admired Ollie’s costume. “I’m obsessed with your look!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. The little baby doll tucked into the baby carrier was the perfect whimsical touch, making her smile even wider as she reached out to pinch the toy baby’s cheeks, marveling at how realistic it looked. “You might want to be careful,” she teased, her tone playful. “You’re giving off major dad vibes, but in a seriously hot way.” Her heart raced a little at the thought; it was a great way to break the ice, especially considering how much she had been pushing him for details about his accident. Her boss had a knack for assigning her the tough cases, but she always rose to the challenge, determined to meet his expectations. “Was that your goal tonight?” she asked, leaning in slightly, her curiosity piqued as she tried to gauge his reaction. The festive atmosphere around them faded into the background as she focused on him, hoping to draw him out of his shell and into a more candid conversation.